To ensure absolute safety during this trip, Jaina also spared no expense, using a precious Titan-forged.
This is a peculiar Construct that can transform into anyone's appearance and possess all of their magic; however, the Construct's power has an upper limit.
Jaina's strength is below the limit of the Constructs, so the Constructs are stronger than Jaina. Jaina can remotely control them to enter various dangerous places in her place.
The Constructs had helped Jaina many times, but unfortunately, they failed at Icecrown Citadel this time.
The Skybreaker and the Orgrimmar's Hammer circled high in the sky, neither daring to get too close to Icecrown Citadel to avoid attacks from the Scourge's Gargoyles.
After the clone's consciousness returned, Sylvanas opened her eyes from the coffin, her eye sockets filled with resentment. She was furious about the clone's death and stormed onto the deck.
After the Construct was damaged, Jaina also ended her meditative state and went up the stairs to the deck of the Skybreaker. The two women looked at each other from a distance, showing expressions of admiration.
Watching the Skybreaker and the Orgrimmar's Hammer depart, Arthas removed his mask, revealing a clean-cut face—it was Robbie.
This Arthas was Robbie in disguise, staging a play with Kel'Thuzad, using the fake Primordial Emissary's words to lure the Horde's army.
Icecrown Citadel is ready. The new Magic Circle is installed, and it awaits the Orcs' attack to brand the souls of their fallen comrades.
Wouldn't a newly renovated tourist attraction be too boring if there were no visitors?
Jaina returned to Theramore and hurriedly told the former Guardian Aegwynn everything she had found out.
Upon hearing this, Aegwynn realized that this matter was extraordinary. He suppressed his usual capricious nature, pondered seriously for a long time, and then asked:
"Jaina, what's your opinion on this?"
Jaina, adept at reading people, knew that the truth wasn't important; the key was to decipher Aegwynn's attitude. She deliberately asked with feigned suspicion:
"I suspect this is Scourge trick; they're trying to lure us in."
Aegwynn's face hardened, and she adopted a lecturing tone, saying:
"Jaina, people say women have the best intuition. I once compiled statistics on the intuitions of myself and a group of close friends over three hundred years, and the accuracy rate was less than one-fifth. Your intuition that the Scourge is up to no good is a flawed way of understanding things."
In a sense, Aegwynn was Jaina's teacher, Jaina humbly asked, "Please teach me, teacher."
Aegwynn said seriously:
"Analyzing things shouldn't rely on emotions and intuition; it requires reason and logic. Only with sound reasoning and evidence can we reach correct conclusions. First, do you think Tirion Fordring's son, Taelan, is reliable?"
Jaina quickly made her judgment, replying, "Taelan helped Tirion Fordring accomplish several great things without ever making a mistake. I find him very reliable."
Aegwynn nodded and analyzed carefully:
"Although Arthas is the Lich King, he is still just a young human, hot-blooded and impetuous. How could he tolerate others tarnishing his reputation? Tirion Fordring put on a show at Light's Hope Chapel and the Dark Cathedral to gain his current fame. How could Arthas tolerate that? If Taelan had any problems, Tirion Fordring would have become a Ghoul long ago."
Jaina said respectfully, "The teacher is right."
Aegwynn added, "If Taelan is alright, then the Scourge won't have had time to prepare. Sylvanas's substitution technique isn't very sophisticated, so it's not surprising that it was seen through. But the Construct I gave you is Titan-forged, which even Arthas couldn't see through. Arthas went to great lengths to hunt you down because he didn't want this information to leak out."
Jaina quickly flattered, "Teacher is absolutely right. I was foolish and didn't consider things carefully."
Aegwynn changed the subject and said:
"Of course, nothing is absolute, and we must proceed with caution. We'll focus on the Alliance and the Horde, with Tirion Fordring Argent Crusade leading the Charge. You can also participate, but remember not to get too deeply involved, especially not in the Lich King war."
Jaina nodded in agreement, Aegwynn specifically instructed:
"Thrall has long lost his former sharpness. His love of pleasure has made him timid and cowardly, content with the status quo. Even if you tell him the intelligence, Thrall won't dare to send troops rashly. The only one we can rely on is the ambitious Garrosh. However, you still need to meet Thrall. Only Thrall can force the Alliance to send troops to Icecrown Citadel."
Jaina was even more puzzled, not quite understanding why Thrall could force the Alliance to send troops.
A mocking smile crept across Aegwynn's lips.
"I have seen too many cunning people who seek fame and fortune. They talk about Consecration and sacrificing themselves for the country in ordinary times and are good at singing praises. But when it comes to the real critical moment, they shrink back and do everything they can to save themselves. Their names are written in history as great heroes, great men, great generals and leaders, who are admired by all people and will be remembered for generations."
"But I've seen far more unsung Consecration who dedicate themselves silently. They remain quiet in ordinary times, but when faced with the destruction of their kingdoms, they quietly go to the Battlefield and Consecration their blood and lives. Their names don't deserve to be written in history books, their sacrifices are meaningless. King Varian may have lost control of the Kingdom of Stormwind, but believe me, there are many such people."
Jaina arrived in Orgrimmar, Thrall was enjoying a delicious piece of Tauren meat. After Jaina explained the situation, Thrall's eyes darted around, and he deliberately said with feigned difficulty:
"Jaina, you should understand Orgrimmar's predicament. The Alliance refuses to provide us with flesh and blood, and the supplies from the Argent Crusade are far from enough. You can tell by what I eat. I used to only eat young Tauren, whose meat was tender and juicy. Now I can only eat mature Tauren that are hard to chew. My life is so miserable. When will this suffering end?"
After saying this, Thrall managed to squeeze out a few tears.
Jaina, sitting opposite her, sneered:
"Thrall, you must understand, if you refuse this mission, Garrosh is more than willing to take your place as Warchief of the Horde and lead the Horde to destroy the Scourge."
Upon hearing this, Thrall angrily waved his arms:
"I will never back down, never. If you support Garrosh, I will destroy Orgrimmar and the Caverns of Time, severing the Orcs lineage. I mean what I say."
Jaina angrily rebuked him, "Thrall, have you gone mad? The Orcs are the masters of Azeroth, their only Saviors. They cannot be destroyed in your hands! Fine, Thrall, I won't force you, but there's one thing you must do: compel the Alliance to send troops."
Thrall's expression relaxed slightly, and he grinned as he asked, "What does the Guardian want me to do?"
Jaina's face was sinister and vicious as she whispered:
"When I went to Stormwind City to borrow troops last time, I discovered that Varian had lost control of the lands outside of Stormwind City. Stormwind City's population is now less than one-tenth of what it used to be. After removing the influence of the great nobles, King Varian has no more than a thousand soldiers."
Thrall had heard about this before, and asked with a fierce expression, "You want me to take over Stormwind City?"
Jaina nodded, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and said, "Just two thousand Orcs soldiers are enough to storm Stormwind City and make King Varian kneel on his knees, becoming your dog."